HANNAH
A Grief Poem

By Karen H. Phillips
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I still see you, all smiles and golden hair flying.
You played with our daughter, laughed with her dad.
Your mom, dad, and brother think of you without trying.
Your space in our lives gapes empty and sad.

With basketball potential, you loved to dribble and shoot.
You rode your horse with joy and skill.
Swimming and hanging with friends was a hoot.
Looking forward to middle school gave you a thrill.

It seems fitting your last act was a cartwheel.
God claimed you quickly,
Our lives left piecemeal,
Hearts broken, tears falling thickly.

Though none of us were ready to give you up,
We try to trust God's sovereignty.
Losing your sunshine is a bitter cup,
But we know you were made for eternity.

Your mom said with a wise smile,
"We were blessed with her for eleven years."
You brought joy with carefree style,
So we, too, smile through our loss and tears.

The last time I saw you, you danced up to our car.
You laughed, and just seeing you made our night.
We will see you again, because heaven's not far.
We know you know Jesus, so we'll meet in His light.

About The Author:
Karen Phillips is a freelance writer. She may be reached at Sky-Highview. She is also a close personal friend of Hannah's parents and colleague to the editor of Good Mourning Lord.

* This poem was written for the family during their time of loss. The author has agreed to allow us to share it with the readers of Good Mourning Lord. If you'd like to share this poem with someone, you may print one copy for personal use only or give that person a link to this website. Please do not publish it elsewhere. Thank you.